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This is set during the summer(Christmas) break of Y17, as in the one that has just past. I sort of forgot to post it/was super busy, so I'm putting it here, since I'd like to RP it out, but it would no longer fit anywhere else. The plot, is that Stefan is finally meeting his extended family, it's set in a small cafe, in an insignificant town about two hours walk from where Stefan is currently staying. Since this is in the Alternate Roleplay section, and I'm sort of lost about how to go about a reunion, I'm more than happy to receive advice, suggestions and things of that sort should anyone have any, via PM. Anyway, I'll just get to it.
Throwing his fists against the wall, the teen screaming. His fists erupted in pain, but this he did not care for, he just kept screaming, hitting the wall, hitting the door. He was in a dark and cold room, his stomach rumbled, and groaned. Like much else about him, it was empty, starved to the point where it hurt to merely stand. Yet, through this pain, he bashed upon the wall, yanked at the doorknob. Punching the door as hard as possible, the ever so recognizable sound of a bone cracking filled his ears. It was a moment of brief emptiness, his yells and fight subsided, until the pain took over. He'd broken bones before, but this was different, this felt so much worse. This felt like someone had taken a hot metal rod and place it upon his hand, never pulling away. Pushing hard, as if attempting to go through the hand entirely. Tears began to stream down the boy's face, sobs began to rack his entire body, he slumped to the floor of the dark, cold room. He couldn't see his hand, but he could feel it. Could feel the pain growing, a throbbing reminding him that he was stuck, and had been for too long. Alone, in a dark place for far too long. He couldn't stop the tears from falling, he could stop himself from shaking, from bringing his broken hand close to his frail body, holding it close to his chest. Covering it with the other, unbroken hand. Feeling at the hand, and the pain greeting him with a new strength. His breathing quickened, his heart raced at twice the speed it should. Gods, how he longed for this to be over. He wanted out. So, without thinking too much, the boy stood, ignoring the strain it put on his body, ignoring the way he swayed slightly on the spot, caring to use his unbroken hand, to feel for the wall beside him for balance. The world, though he could see it spun. After a few deep breaths, the boy found he was able to stand, without too much struggle. His eyes were set on the door, the doorknob, and the key hole, the only source of light in the room. Though with his eyesight, it did little help. He gathered what strength he had left. Gathered all he could, and with a final deep long breath, he rushed to the door, in the hope of being able to break it open. He felt the many splinters of the door embedded themselves in his skin, as the door shattered. The noise filled his ears, the pain, became too much, passing out on the journey to the floor, the last noise the boy heard, was the incredibly angry scream of an alcoholic man, "STEFAN"
Waking with a start, Stefan Archer could still hear his father's voice ringing in his ears. He sat up, and looked around himself. Glad to see his father was no where in sight, glancing down at his hand, he sighed as it was not broken. There was a thin layer of sweat covering his body, he was shaking, he was terrified, but he was at least safe. His father was gone, he'd been dead just about three years. As the teen thought about it, three years to that day. Three years on, and well, Stefan was glad to say that he was much better off. His life wasn't shaping up to be that bad. Sure, his grades weren't great, he was constantly watching over his shoulder, but he no longer felt the deep urge to just leave, run until he could run no more. Rubbing the back of his neck, Stefan stood up, there would be no hope of him getting back to sleep now. It didn't matter what time, once he awoke from a nightmare, there was little hope of him returning to sleep. They didn't plagued him as much, or to that extent normally, but he wasn't at school, safe with the knowledge that his friends were not too far from him. Here he was alone, and it was the house that the nightmare had occurred in that he was living in. The return of the nightmares were hardly out of the blue. Standing up from his makeshift bed on the floor, he wondered to the windows, where he pulled apart the curtains, and the let the bright light of the day stream in. Hoping that he had maybe awoken during the day rather than at night. Thankfully, it was a bright sunny morning. He assumed that it was no later than eight in the morning. He sighed somewhat happily, it was plenty of time to get ready, after all, it was very likely the events of that day were more the reason behind the nightmares than anything else. Stretching slightly the boy wandered back to his makeshift bed, tidying the sheets, making them look more presentable, though he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He didn't expect that the events of the day would lead to his home. He sat down on his bed, and pulled the letter towards him once more. He'd received it the other day, and had done nothing but read it over and over since then.
My parents would love to meet you The writing of his cousin stared up at him. The two had met, and well, Stefan had found impossible that they were related, but, his cousin had been so much more adamant. Stefan who was reluctant to believe in anything good, had asked if they could test it somehow. He didn't want to get into something that could turn out to be a lie. He didn't want to get into something merely because they shared the same condition, because of one picture. As it turned out, as had been enclosed with his cousin's letter they had been confirmed as related. His cousin, had sent him many things along with that letter, a picture of his parents, the one he'd given to Kate to give to him, the letter of confirmation, and a letter asking Stefan to meet with his cousin's parents. At first the teen hadn't wanted to say yes. What if they met him, and hated him. Now they were confirmed as his family, the loss wouldn't be something he thought he could bare. However, in the end, Stefan had agreed to it, and the day had come all to quickly. He'd asked Kate if she would be able to come, but, he wasn't sure if she'd want to be part of a family reunion in which Stefan met the people who had deserted him. Deserted his father and mother. Not having even know that he had existed until the year before, when his cousin had started at the same magical school. Your family wants to meet you.
It seemed too good to be true, however, Stefan had been through worse, he'd felt worse, he doubted that one meeting would bring about his end. He had fought too hard for his survival for this to be the reason. Still, despite the encouraging thoughts he had, he was still worried. He didn't want this family to turn out like his last few. After reading the letter through several times, then staring at the picture of his parents in silence for the better part of an hour, a grumbling stomach brought him back to real time. Unfortunately, since he knew they were meeting at a food place, Stefan didn't eat anything. Mostly as he had not yet bought supplies, as he had wanted to keep what little money he had saved to put towards something from this place they were meeting at. He couldn't expect them to pay. He didn't, so, what was going without breakfast going to do to him. He had spent the last 5 or months at school, Stefan hadn't looked this health in years. While still thin, and having a fairly small appetite, he had put on some weight. A positive sign, that would not be destroyed by what these two weeks would do. After all, he would be eating, just not as frequently. However still more frequently than he would've been with his father. Stefan instead spent the next hour or so, getting very slowly ready for the day. Putting on his usual t-shirt and jeans, thinking that it might be a little hot for his jumper, he opted for carrying it. He was happily getting ready, happy to put aside the nightmares that had so rudely awoken him that morning. Avoiding looking at the cupboard he had been locked in in his nightmare. Two hours after he had awoken, the boy was finally ready to leave. Tying his shoe laces, the boy put his wand in the bag he was taking with him. It also held his jumper and a bottle of water for the long walk, everything he would need for that day was packed away. He lived a two hour walk away from the town they were meeting in, it was why he was leaving, two and half hours before they were suppose to meet. He stood outside his door, looking towards the road only thinking about how this was silly that he still had time to turn around, still had time to turn back and not bother. They wouldn't blame him though they knew nothing of his past. Stefan took a deep breath, taking the first step out the comfort of the home he'd been brought up in, and started on his way to meet the family he had never known about.
The walk gave him a lot to think about. Mostly about how hard it was see in the strong sun, his monochromatic-ness had never enjoyed the sunshine. But, that wasn't on the forefront of his mind. He was more worried about getting pretty badly burned by the sun. He didn't have any suncream, since he usually didn't go out into the sun much, but this wouldn't be good for him. He rubbed arms, conscious of the sun shining down on them. His eyes darted from scar to scar as he did this. Stefan hadn't had a normal upbringing, he hadn't ever been treated nicely by anyone who was supposed to be family until his cousin. The foster family, his father. He didn't even know about his mother. They had all treated little better than a flea. Good for nothing had been his father's favourite way of describing him. No better than the dirt on his shoes, deserving of nothing. The reason for everything horrible in life. Utterly Worthless. The words circled in his head as he walked. he sincerely hoped that these people didn't believe the same about him. They hadn't met him yet, but it had taken all of 5 minutes before the foster family had dealt the first spoken blow. His hopes were higher with them, his cousin seemed pretty nice, he had no telltale signs of the sort of upbringing that Stefan knew, a little small perhaps, but, nothing else. He was fairly certain that he'd had a similar up bringing to Kate and Sara, or Tara. Something normal, where the day to day wasn't a struggle. It took over two hours, but he reached the outskirts of the town. He fought with the urged to turn back, run back home, and just hide under the cover of the table, wait it out. Wait until he could back to school, and just avoid his cousin. There was just one problem, Stefan was too tired. He knew he couldn't turn back and walk back. The other problem was, that less than two meters in front of him was Kate. He needed to rest, needed to eat, needed to get out of the sun, and she was here. Instead of turning back, he mustered what strength he had walked to her, greeted her with a small smile and headed towards the cafe, taking her hand lightly in his and leading the way. It had been his cousin's choosing, and well, since Stefan had known it, and didn't know where else they could go, he had agreed. It didn't take long before the cafe came into sight. He couldn't turn back now, he couldn't. He was past the point where returning had been doable. Now, he just had to face this head on. Delay what was always going to happen. Stefan was suddenly very glad that Kate had both gotten his message and decided to come. He knew that if she wasn't there, this would've been so much harder. She gave him so much strength. He glanced over at her, and smiled slightly. She was so beautiful, and he was so lucky to know her.
Having never been in the cafe, Stefan Archer was unsure of what to expect. He stared at the door, and with a slightly shaking hand reached out to open the door. Now, all the fear from before erupted within him. He could feel his heart in his chest hammering away. Sweat began to form at his hands, he felt almost physically sick. Kate could hardly stop this from happening. He opened the door, and nervously walked inside. He was very clearly afraid of what sight might greet him. Of who these people would be. Before he had even time to look around, he was almost knocked off his feet, as a familiar person wrapped his arms around Stefan and hugged him, this movement cause him to let go of Kate's hand. A feeling he much disliked. Stefan hugged the smaller of the two back, and found himself smiling again. Stefan pulled away, keeping his eyes on the boy in front of him. "Tybalt, cousin." With those two words, spoken quietly he greeted the younger of them. The words felt right, cousin. His cousin beamed back up at him, moving away and leading the way, Stefan paused for a moment before following, nothing good would happen for him by standing awkwardly at the door. He put his arm around Kate's waist and held her close. Now more than ever he needed her. It was really the first motion of him letting her completely into his messed up little insignificant life. He could feel his heart hammering away. What would they be like? Would they like him? Would they even care? Surely they cared enough to even meet him. Stefan didn't really know what to expect. He instead kept his eyes on the floor, glad of the amount of light, since it meant it wasn't overly hard to see. Suddenly his cousin stopped and handed him something, Stefan noticed that they were glasses, without giving it too much thought he put them on and looked up. As his sight came into real focus for the first time in many years, he was greeted by an odd sight. A mother and father, a small girl in the arms of the mother leaning her small head on the mother's shoulder, Tybalt ran to the man, which Stefan would've never imagined doing with his father. The man put his arm around Tybalt, and smiled at the younger boy before smiling at Stefan. The mother was smiling at Stefan. The little girl, seemed nervous but happy. They all looked at him, with love in their eyes, he almost hadn't noticed it, since it wasn't something he saw often. They seemed happy to see him. He saw concern flash upon the face of the mother, he realised that to them, who were probably so much smarter, it would be fairly obvious by his size, and the scars that Stefan's life hadn't been easy. Little did they know. Still despite this, Stefan noticed that they were still smiling at him, with love. The father stepped forward slightly, Stefan Archer had to stop himself from stepping back. The man held out his hand to Stefan, he made no motion to hit him, it was the extended hand of friendship, a simple handshake, which Stefan nervously returned by taking the man's hand, once hands were clasped, the man spoke, "Son".
Waking with a start, Stefan Archer could still hear his father's voice ringing in his ears. He sat up, and looked around himself. Glad to see his father was no where in sight, glancing down at his hand, he sighed as it was not broken. There was a thin layer of sweat covering his body, he was shaking, he was terrified, but he was at least safe. His father was gone, he'd been dead just about three years. As the teen thought about it, three years to that day. Three years on, and well, Stefan was glad to say that he was much better off. His life wasn't shaping up to be that bad. Sure, his grades weren't great, he was constantly watching over his shoulder, but he no longer felt the deep urge to just leave, run until he could run no more. Rubbing the back of his neck, Stefan stood up, there would be no hope of him getting back to sleep now. It didn't matter what time, once he awoke from a nightmare, there was little hope of him returning to sleep. They didn't plagued him as much, or to that extent normally, but he wasn't at school, safe with the knowledge that his friends were not too far from him. Here he was alone, and it was the house that the nightmare had occurred in that he was living in. The return of the nightmares were hardly out of the blue. Standing up from his makeshift bed on the floor, he wondered to the windows, where he pulled apart the curtains, and the let the bright light of the day stream in. Hoping that he had maybe awoken during the day rather than at night. Thankfully, it was a bright sunny morning. He assumed that it was no later than eight in the morning. He sighed somewhat happily, it was plenty of time to get ready, after all, it was very likely the events of that day were more the reason behind the nightmares than anything else. Stretching slightly the boy wandered back to his makeshift bed, tidying the sheets, making them look more presentable, though he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He didn't expect that the events of the day would lead to his home. He sat down on his bed, and pulled the letter towards him once more. He'd received it the other day, and had done nothing but read it over and over since then.
My parents would love to meet you The writing of his cousin stared up at him. The two had met, and well, Stefan had found impossible that they were related, but, his cousin had been so much more adamant. Stefan who was reluctant to believe in anything good, had asked if they could test it somehow. He didn't want to get into something that could turn out to be a lie. He didn't want to get into something merely because they shared the same condition, because of one picture. As it turned out, as had been enclosed with his cousin's letter they had been confirmed as related. His cousin, had sent him many things along with that letter, a picture of his parents, the one he'd given to Kate to give to him, the letter of confirmation, and a letter asking Stefan to meet with his cousin's parents. At first the teen hadn't wanted to say yes. What if they met him, and hated him. Now they were confirmed as his family, the loss wouldn't be something he thought he could bare. However, in the end, Stefan had agreed to it, and the day had come all to quickly. He'd asked Kate if she would be able to come, but, he wasn't sure if she'd want to be part of a family reunion in which Stefan met the people who had deserted him. Deserted his father and mother. Not having even know that he had existed until the year before, when his cousin had started at the same magical school. Your family wants to meet you.
It seemed too good to be true, however, Stefan had been through worse, he'd felt worse, he doubted that one meeting would bring about his end. He had fought too hard for his survival for this to be the reason. Still, despite the encouraging thoughts he had, he was still worried. He didn't want this family to turn out like his last few. After reading the letter through several times, then staring at the picture of his parents in silence for the better part of an hour, a grumbling stomach brought him back to real time. Unfortunately, since he knew they were meeting at a food place, Stefan didn't eat anything. Mostly as he had not yet bought supplies, as he had wanted to keep what little money he had saved to put towards something from this place they were meeting at. He couldn't expect them to pay. He didn't, so, what was going without breakfast going to do to him. He had spent the last 5 or months at school, Stefan hadn't looked this health in years. While still thin, and having a fairly small appetite, he had put on some weight. A positive sign, that would not be destroyed by what these two weeks would do. After all, he would be eating, just not as frequently. However still more frequently than he would've been with his father. Stefan instead spent the next hour or so, getting very slowly ready for the day. Putting on his usual t-shirt and jeans, thinking that it might be a little hot for his jumper, he opted for carrying it. He was happily getting ready, happy to put aside the nightmares that had so rudely awoken him that morning. Avoiding looking at the cupboard he had been locked in in his nightmare. Two hours after he had awoken, the boy was finally ready to leave. Tying his shoe laces, the boy put his wand in the bag he was taking with him. It also held his jumper and a bottle of water for the long walk, everything he would need for that day was packed away. He lived a two hour walk away from the town they were meeting in, it was why he was leaving, two and half hours before they were suppose to meet. He stood outside his door, looking towards the road only thinking about how this was silly that he still had time to turn around, still had time to turn back and not bother. They wouldn't blame him though they knew nothing of his past. Stefan took a deep breath, taking the first step out the comfort of the home he'd been brought up in, and started on his way to meet the family he had never known about.
The walk gave him a lot to think about. Mostly about how hard it was see in the strong sun, his monochromatic-ness had never enjoyed the sunshine. But, that wasn't on the forefront of his mind. He was more worried about getting pretty badly burned by the sun. He didn't have any suncream, since he usually didn't go out into the sun much, but this wouldn't be good for him. He rubbed arms, conscious of the sun shining down on them. His eyes darted from scar to scar as he did this. Stefan hadn't had a normal upbringing, he hadn't ever been treated nicely by anyone who was supposed to be family until his cousin. The foster family, his father. He didn't even know about his mother. They had all treated little better than a flea. Good for nothing had been his father's favourite way of describing him. No better than the dirt on his shoes, deserving of nothing. The reason for everything horrible in life. Utterly Worthless. The words circled in his head as he walked. he sincerely hoped that these people didn't believe the same about him. They hadn't met him yet, but it had taken all of 5 minutes before the foster family had dealt the first spoken blow. His hopes were higher with them, his cousin seemed pretty nice, he had no telltale signs of the sort of upbringing that Stefan knew, a little small perhaps, but, nothing else. He was fairly certain that he'd had a similar up bringing to Kate and Sara, or Tara. Something normal, where the day to day wasn't a struggle. It took over two hours, but he reached the outskirts of the town. He fought with the urged to turn back, run back home, and just hide under the cover of the table, wait it out. Wait until he could back to school, and just avoid his cousin. There was just one problem, Stefan was too tired. He knew he couldn't turn back and walk back. The other problem was, that less than two meters in front of him was Kate. He needed to rest, needed to eat, needed to get out of the sun, and she was here. Instead of turning back, he mustered what strength he had walked to her, greeted her with a small smile and headed towards the cafe, taking her hand lightly in his and leading the way. It had been his cousin's choosing, and well, since Stefan had known it, and didn't know where else they could go, he had agreed. It didn't take long before the cafe came into sight. He couldn't turn back now, he couldn't. He was past the point where returning had been doable. Now, he just had to face this head on. Delay what was always going to happen. Stefan was suddenly very glad that Kate had both gotten his message and decided to come. He knew that if she wasn't there, this would've been so much harder. She gave him so much strength. He glanced over at her, and smiled slightly. She was so beautiful, and he was so lucky to know her.
Having never been in the cafe, Stefan Archer was unsure of what to expect. He stared at the door, and with a slightly shaking hand reached out to open the door. Now, all the fear from before erupted within him. He could feel his heart in his chest hammering away. Sweat began to form at his hands, he felt almost physically sick. Kate could hardly stop this from happening. He opened the door, and nervously walked inside. He was very clearly afraid of what sight might greet him. Of who these people would be. Before he had even time to look around, he was almost knocked off his feet, as a familiar person wrapped his arms around Stefan and hugged him, this movement cause him to let go of Kate's hand. A feeling he much disliked. Stefan hugged the smaller of the two back, and found himself smiling again. Stefan pulled away, keeping his eyes on the boy in front of him. "Tybalt, cousin." With those two words, spoken quietly he greeted the younger of them. The words felt right, cousin. His cousin beamed back up at him, moving away and leading the way, Stefan paused for a moment before following, nothing good would happen for him by standing awkwardly at the door. He put his arm around Kate's waist and held her close. Now more than ever he needed her. It was really the first motion of him letting her completely into his messed up little insignificant life. He could feel his heart hammering away. What would they be like? Would they like him? Would they even care? Surely they cared enough to even meet him. Stefan didn't really know what to expect. He instead kept his eyes on the floor, glad of the amount of light, since it meant it wasn't overly hard to see. Suddenly his cousin stopped and handed him something, Stefan noticed that they were glasses, without giving it too much thought he put them on and looked up. As his sight came into real focus for the first time in many years, he was greeted by an odd sight. A mother and father, a small girl in the arms of the mother leaning her small head on the mother's shoulder, Tybalt ran to the man, which Stefan would've never imagined doing with his father. The man put his arm around Tybalt, and smiled at the younger boy before smiling at Stefan. The mother was smiling at Stefan. The little girl, seemed nervous but happy. They all looked at him, with love in their eyes, he almost hadn't noticed it, since it wasn't something he saw often. They seemed happy to see him. He saw concern flash upon the face of the mother, he realised that to them, who were probably so much smarter, it would be fairly obvious by his size, and the scars that Stefan's life hadn't been easy. Little did they know. Still despite this, Stefan noticed that they were still smiling at him, with love. The father stepped forward slightly, Stefan Archer had to stop himself from stepping back. The man held out his hand to Stefan, he made no motion to hit him, it was the extended hand of friendship, a simple handshake, which Stefan nervously returned by taking the man's hand, once hands were clasped, the man spoke, "Son".